but between yourself and myself.

_Manus_: I am sorry, Princess, if it must be a
battle.

_Princess_: You can never bring me away against
my will.

_Manus_: I said no word of doing that.

_Princess_: You think, so, I will go with you of
myself? The day I will do that will be the day
you empty the ocean!

_Manus_: I will not wait longer than to-day.

_Princess_: Many a man waited seven years for
a king's daughter!

_Manus_: And another seven--and seven generations
of hags. But that is not my nature.
I will not kneel to any woman, high or low, or
crave kindness that she cannot give.

_Princess_: Then I can go free!

_Manus_: For this day I take you in my charge.
I cross and claim you to myself, unless a better
man will come.

_Princess_: I would think it easier to find a better
man than one that would be worse to me!

_Manus_: If one should come that you think
to be a better man, I will give you your own way.

_Princess_: It is you being in the world at all
that is my grief.

_Manus_: Time makes all things clear. You
did not go far out in the world yet, my poor little
Princess.

_Princess_: I would be well pleased to drive
you out through the same world!

_Manus_: With or without your goodwill, I
will not go out of this place till I have carried out
the business I came to do.

_Dall Glic_: Is it the falling of hailstones I hear
or the rumbling of thunder, or is it the trots of
horses upon the road?

_Queen: (Looking out.)_ It is the big man that
is coming--Prince or Lord or whoever he may be.
_(To Dall Glic.)_ Go now to the door to welcome
him. This is some man worth while. _(To Manus.)_
Let you get out of this.

_Manus_: No, whoever he is I'll stop and face
him. Let him know we are players in the one game!

_King_: And what sort of a fool will you make
of me, to have given in to take the like of you for
a son-in-law? They will be putting ridicule on me
in the songs.

_Queen_: If he must stop here we might put
some face on him.... If I had but a decent
suit.... Give me your cloak, Dall Glic. _(He
gives it.)_ Here now ... _(To Manus.)_ Put this
around you.... _(Manus takes it awkwardly.)_ It
will cover up your kitchen suit.

_Manus_: Is it this way?

_Queen_: You have no right handling of it--stupid
clown! This way!

_Manus: (Flinging it off.)_ No, I'll change no
more suits! It is time for me to stop fooling and
give you what you did not ask yet, my name. I
will tell out all t